Thursday, May 08, 2008

Saturday morning I was looking out the back window here in D15 and saw this in a neighbour's back garden:

Yep, that's right. A bouncy castle. In someone's back yard. Not in a fairground or a parish field day but out the back.

Wow.

It got me thinking about home. I was due home to see the mammy for her 68th birthday on Monday and quite suddenly I got a bit ... not so much apprehensive or nostalgic but wistful I suppose.

I grew up in south Kilkenny, far away from the bright lights and big smoke of Dublin. Darren blogs fondly about Talbot Street, but I think I must have been 18 before I even ventured south of the Liffey - I still remember the first time I discovered Grafton Street at the tender age of 11. I remember thinking it was the coolest place on earth, at least to my eyes.

It wasn't that we hadn't travelled - it was just we hadn't travelled much, through a combination of my travel sickness and the lack of necessity of going to Dublin. We'd spent summers in Galway, done the beaches of Wexford, visited Santa in Waterford and so on.

As someone reminded me recently, 'twas far from caramel lattes I was reared.

Can you imagine? Every kid from miles around would be over, bouncing. Most of the "cool" kids who didn't want to be seen with the small, pale, non-sporty, big-eared bookworm would swallow their pride (or pretend to) for a go. The parents would have congregated. There'd have been queues! You could probably have charged.

Most Irish children are better off now. Better books in (some) schools, much better TV programs, more libraries, internet resources and facilities and - yes - parents who can afford bouncy castles out the back. And good for them.

Heading home to see the mammy had me thinking a lot about what I'm doing now and how far I've come. I mean it's all very well to be swanning around to launches, concerts, movie festivals and the like but I find it helps to remember that me father is at home, getting water from a stream for his few cows

and that while a bouncy castle out the back garden in Blanchardstown is all well and good while it's sunny, overall, I've always got these views to return to

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